Hoshor Plains Glide

Thanks <3
I wouldn't waste my time looking for a Dothraki translator... There aren't any so we use this instead to make it feel foreign. I still use some Dothraki words from the dictionary -here & here- to make it feel more Dothraki to myself.
I love your writing btw :3

The female stayed still, allowing the Khal to do his recognition without opposition. Nevakko was a calm man, Rakharo remembered, and for what he'd seen his daughter shared the same behavior. And her voice, soft, gentle, reminded him a lot of the elder as well. He was a wise man, one of the few Rakharo had put at his side to lead the Khalas back in Rhaesh Dahaan when the terror hadn't killed the little tranquility the golden Khal had.

"M'athchomaroon." the Khal greeted respectfully as he returned to facing her. Vitihi would get just as much respect her father had earned his family, for his years of counsel had been good years for the Khalas. "Did Nevakko stay behind? Is he well?" he asked with concern.